Led by Grey Tail, the party nervously make their way through the parted kobolds and through the large pair of bronze doors wrought skillfully by the dwarves so long ago. Each of you step through a large chamber with two rows of stone columns, each again carved by dwarven hands. Smoky braziers line the walls, the burning embers casting the chamber in contrasts of golden light and shadow. Two bronze doors are at both the east and west wall.
There are kobolds throughout the chamber and they part out of Grey Tail’s way as you follow close behind. A little child without fear walks up and lifts a hand as if to touch one of you before the mother snatches the youngster away. You met with a mixture of fear, suspicion and awe from the mass of dog-like lizards, yet none offer violence.
Ahead of you, resting on a ‘throne’ of skulls (mostly animal and goblin) is a kobold much bigger than the others. A rather porcine specimen, this kobold is fat with a huge belly and rolls of quavering fat about his person. A necklace of gold hangs from around his thick neck and rings of various metals and glittering gems adorn his pudgy digits. A bevy of what appears to be mostly naked female kobolds lounge at his feet while a line of officious males wait by one side of the throne. They appear to fawn over their king, laughing at every joke and sneering at every insult from their monarch.
With Grey Tail as translator, he introduces you to his king, Snuzud Spiderchew along with a litany of fanciful titles such as ‘Destroyer of Goblins and Bain of Trolls.’
“Sister Parthenope, as a gesture of good faith in regard to our union as allies, my king offers you the remains of your comrade who was unfortunately killed.”
Rreposed upon his throne, Snuzud barks out in his tongue, his fleshy jowls quavering as he claps his hands. Kolbolds suddenly show up with plates and bowls and goblets loaded with a modest quantity of food and drink. You are feted to a feast of grilled rat meat, goblin stew, and mushroom wine. As the feast gets underway, a small cask is brought forward and to your surprise it is dwarven beer! Grey Tale claims the king was waiting for an auspicious moment to tap the beer.
OOC: This is a good time to ask any pertinent questions or role-play your characters.
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